The Tit-Tip Bar

Note: All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Titchester Chronicles: The Tit-Tip Bar

"So do you fancy it?" asked Rachel again.

Sammie came back to earth with a bump and sighed. "Well I fancy it Rach, but I'm flat broke so unless you can come up with a venue or pub that doesn't require money then I'm out until next payday," and even then most of it will be gone, Sammie thought to herself gloomily.

Rachel looked crestfallen. "What a shitty state we are in. No blokes, no money and crap jobs," she looked around the small flat the two girls shared. "Shit flat as well."

"It is what it is babe," shrugged Sammie.

It was two days later that Rachel accosted her friend as soon as Sammie got in from work. "Ok. Just hear me out," as she sat Sammie down in the small kitchen, putting a cup of coffee in front of her.

"I'm not going to like this am I?" Sammie said eyeing Rachel suspiciously.

"Don't be silly," replied Rachel indignantly. "Okay maybe not at first but promise you'll hear me out and think about it."

"No."

"Oh come on. When have I ever let you down?"

"Do I get my diary out and go through all the times?"

"Fucks sake Sammie," Rachel was getting pissed. "I'm trying to help us both out here."

Sammie felt a pang of guilt. They had been friends for years but were opposites. Rachael was a pocket-sized stunner with generous boobs and bum, short black hair, generous mouth and personality to match. Sammie was taller, with an elegant slim figure, long dark brown hair and a more conservative personality. Yin to Rachels yang. They shared two things. The same age and birthday, 24, 7th April, "almost twins," Rachel always joked and deep friendship for each other.

"Go on, tell me," said Sammie.

Rachel was instantly all smiles. "They've reopened the Fleet pub down Castle Street, as a Tit-Tip Bar and girls get to drink for free."

"They do?"

"Absolutely,"

"And the catch is?" Sammie queried.

"No catch. Well okay, small catch you have to dress kind of sexy and flirt a bit with the guys there, you know get them to buy you drinks, that sort of thing."

"That sort of thing?"

"Flatter them, be nice, maybe they squeeze your bum or something. You know, make them feel good. Should be fun and won't cost us a thing!" finished Rachel with a flourish.

"Except our reputations," said Sammie primly.

Rachel looked at her hard. "Babe. We're not living in the 1900s, and you're not that averse to flaunting it when it suits you. So how about we drop the attitude, put on our party gear and have some free fun this Friday night?"

Looking at her friend's big wide eyes, Sammie burst out laughing. "Okay, we'll give it a go. Can't stand the idea of another night in, and it's been a crap week at work."

Rachel jumped up and hugged Sammie. "You're the absolute best. Now tart yourself up, put on a little black party dress, dig out your stockings and heels and let's go and have us some fun!"

The Tit-Tip Bar, Castle Street, Titchester

"Well, they have given the place a decent makeover but still, " said Sammie dubiously as they entered.

The serving bar was rectangular and located in the middle with two guys and two girls working behind it. Women were dotted around the bar with small clusters of men surrounding them. High partitions divided the room up into smaller areas with enough room for 6 to 8 people. An excited hum charged the atmosphere. The bouncer at the door smiled at them.

"First time here ladies?" He asked.

Rachel nodded. Her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.

"I'm Mike," the bouncer introduced himself. "And if you see the girl over there behind the terminal, she'll explain how it works and fix you up."

Thanking him, Rachel dragged Sammie over to the girl Mike had pointed out. Her name tag said she was Naomi, late teens with a pinched thin face. An intent expression looked up at them as she pushed mousy hair from her face.

"First time?" She also asked. "Okay, this is a tip bar. First, you download our Tit-Tip app onto your phones. Stand there," Naomi said to Rachel, taking a snap on her phone. "You okay with that?" Rachel's image appeared on her terminal. "It's okay I guess," replied Rachel.

"Don't worry, you can replace it later. You ladies downloaded the app yet?"

Sammie nodded.

"Right enter your name and bio. You can make it up if you like. If you also stand there," Naomi took a snap of Sammie. "Now we sync up between the system and your phone. Just enter this code, Sammie," instructed Naomi peering at her screen. "Great. Syncing. Yep, we're synced."

Naomi did the same for Rachel and continued. "Men buy tips on the app and 250 tips is worth £50. If they like the look of you, they may send you a single tip. Kind of like saying, hello. To do this, guys scroll down to find you on their app and send you a Tit-Tip or Tit-Tips. Its one, two, five then multiples of five thereafter," she paused. "With me so far?"

Both girls nodded. Sammie, despite her initial reservations, was intrigued by the system. "Can I refuse a Tit-Tip?"

"Sure, you can do what you like, but remember, Tit-Tips are what pay for your evening. 25 tips is a large glass of wine which you redeem at the bar, assuming you don't get a guy to buy you one anyway."

"What if I don't use up all my tips?" asked Rachel.

"You can transfer them to you Tit-Pay cash account which you can link to your bank or whatever. We do take a 15% commission on cash conversions, and minimum transfer is £15, which is 75 Tit-Tips."

"So we get Tit-Tips by?" asked Sammie.

"That's entirely up to you. Get as many or as little as you want and how you get them is your business and no one else's. Have fun, go mad or sit and chat with your friend all night. It's all cool." Naomi's finger was poised over the return key. "You want me to?"

Sammie and Rachel looked at each other. "Sounds like a laugh, babe," smiled Rachel.

Naomi hit the return key and grinned. "Congratulations ladies you are now Tit-Tip girls. Your first drink of the evening is on the house as a reward for signing up to Tit-Tips!"

Sammie wasn't sure what she was expecting as she gazed at her phone, but a big fat nothing wasn't it. Rachel hooked her arm through hers as they walked to the bar. "Nothing on your phone yet?" She whispered to Sammie.

"Not a thing," Sammie looked again at the counter showing zero. There was a space at the corner of the bar. Sammie looked around and was surprised to see how many middle-aged women there were. Bored housewives, she thought, judging by the short skirts and tight tops they were squeezed into. All the women were enjoying being the centre of attention. Arms were draped around them and bodies pressed against each other.

A young black girl with stunning legs and rear came to stand next to Sammie signalling to the bar staff. The girl flashed Sammie a smile as one of the bar staff came over.

"What can I get you ladies?" asked the bar girl.

"Oh, we aren't together, and these two hunnies were here first," the black girl said.

Sammie acknowledged this with a grateful smile. "We've just signed up, and we get a free drink I believe?"

The bar girl checked her handheld terminal and smiled. "Sammie and Rachel? You sure do, what will you have?"

"Two glasses of house white,"

"I'm Bianca," the black girl said. "Welcome to the world of Tit-Tips."

"Thanks, I'm Sammie."

Rachel gave out a little shriek. "I just got a Tit-Tip!" She eagerly pressed accept. "It's from Rob."

"Who's Rob?" Sammie asked with alarm. She was a little put out that Rachel had got their first one.

"How the fuck should I know?" replied Rachel.

"You can't just accept them from men you don't know. He might be a perv," admonished Sammie.

Bianca laughed. "Oh, honey, they are all pervs in here. It's whether they have means that counts. My advice. Go to settings and change it to 'accept all tips'." Everyone starts with good intentions, but after a while, it's, 'oh fuck it', and you accept them all. It's still your choice what you do after that."

"Done!" Rachel announced taking Bianca's advice. "Oh, he's sent me two more and two from a Mike!" She looked around. Two guys in suits sitting in one of the partitions waved a greeting. Rachel smiled back and got another tip, "yep that's Rob," she said excitedly, looking at the photo on the screen.

"He's coming over," said Bianca.

Rob was in his thirties, average build, dark hair, and a friendly expression. "Hi, Rachel," he said. "Not seen you in here before."

"First time. Just checking it out."

"Cool. Want us to get you a drink? Well, when you've finished that one." he added.

"Sure," she smiled.

"Hey, come over and meet Mike. He's from out of town. Here on business."

Rachel grabbed her purse, winked at Sammie and put some extra spin into her hip sway as she let Rob guide her to where he and Mike where stationed.

"Think your friend is going to fit right in here," said Bianca. "Nice of her to introduce you," she added with a little bite.

Sammie defended Rachel. "It's just the way she is. It's our dynamic."

"Okay, babe. Makes no odds to me. Any nibbles yet?"

Sammie shrugged. "No. Can't say I'm bothered either."

"Yeah, sure," smiled Bianca sipping her drink.

There was a small silence, and Sammie conceded. "Okay, I'm a little bothered."

"I know," said Bianca. She leaned down with her elbows on the bar, straightened her long legs and wriggled her rear. Her phone vibrated with a shower of tips from the group behind them. Bianca turned to the group of four men and a woman who looked familiar to Sammie. The woman was in her mid-fifties, stylish skirt suit, short dark hair and a lazy, almost decadent expression.

Bianca blew a kiss to them and purred: "You fancy joining us, Sammie?"

Sammie watched Rachel giggling and flirting with the two men and then glanced at the '0' on her phone. "Why not," she said.

It was during the introductions that Sammie finally placed the woman. It was Chris May from McCraddock's. Secretary to one of the partners. Banks, if she recalled. She noticed Chris was smiling at her.

"It's Samantha Beechum, isn't it?" Chris said, "you work at Pinners. Didn't we just pinch your largest client?"

Sammie bristled but kept it civil. It had been a bad week at work and her boss Mr Pinner had been in an especially gloomy and foul mood.

"The silly old fucker Pinner should just retire," said Chris. Before Sammie could respond, Bianca embraced Chris from behind and started to rub herself against the older woman whilst nibbling her ear. The four men cheered and urged the two women to 'lez it up'.

Pursing her lips, Sammie guessed the two women would be getting a fair number of tips and not just from the four guys. Men were peering around the partition as Bianca cupped Chris's tits and stuck her tongue in her mouth. Then Bianca caught her eye, and Sammie realised the girl had forestalled an argument between her and Chris.

One of the guys, Steve, pressed against her. "Not your style I guess."

"On the contrary," said Sammie coolly, and pushed herself between Chris and Bianca. She put her arm around the black girl and kissed her. That will teach these jerks she thought, and besides, she owed Bianca something for shutting that slutty cow up.

There was a roar of approval as a surprised Bianca murmured: "Babe," and returned the kiss, her tongue coiling around Sammie's.

Sammie felt her phone vibrate and stole a glance when she broke the kiss with Bianca. 25 Tit-Tips. Not bad exchange for a kiss with a hot girl. An enjoyable kiss at that. Bianca looked at her as Sammie pressed 'accept'.

"Well?" Bianca challenged.

"Fuck it," said Sammie and changed the setting to 'accept all tips'. Time to enjoy her evening.

To her surprise, Sammie did enjoy herself. The guys kept the drinks flowing, the cost for which was to make out with Bianca, or to be accurate, Bianca largely making out with her by straddling her leg and rubbing herself off whilst necking either her or Chris, whose tits were more out of her top than in.

As the men become more boisterous, the intensity and heat began to build. Peter, the youngest, was now firmly attached to Chris as they ate each other, his hands wedged up her skirt. Mark and Zack had both wrapped their arms around Bianca and were whispering in her ear. Steve, who was in his forties with a lean build, stood close to Sammie as they chatted. He rested his hand on her leg as she sat on the stool beside him.

He had a calm, confident air that Sammie found attractive. She could feel his hardness against her leg. Ordinarily, she would have broken contact, but she could also feel her phone vibrate in her purse as every so often he would tap on his phone. Sammie now wanted Tit-Tips. Her competitive streak had kicked in. Sammie smiled and pressed her leg back against his hardness, put her hand over his, and got a kick every time he rewarded her.

"Hey Steve," it was Mark. "We're heading for the garden. You coming?"

"Not sure," replied Steve. He looked at Sammie, who was wondering what the garden was. "What do you reckon?"

Sammie cautiously sipped the drink she had been nursing for a while. "Maybe," she said.

She watched as Peter and Chris, still pawing at each other, made their way to the back of the pub. They were heading to a door through which people had been coming and going for most of the evening.

"Suit yourself," shrugged Mark.

Bianca was doing one last check of her phone before putting it away, smiling like the cat that had got the cream. She wriggled her fingers at Sammie and went with the two men, following Peter and Chris.

"I haven't seen Rachel in a while," said Sammie stalling as she looked around.

"Your friend? She hit the garden a good 20 minutes ago with those two guys she hooked up with earlier," replied Steve.

"Oh," said Sammie. She took a larger sip of drink than she intended and coughed. Her eyes began to water.

Steve laughed but not unkindly.

"Look," he said "Let's cut to the chase. I like you, and you know that I like you," he pressed against her more urgently with his hardness. "So we either sort something out and go through or you bail, no hard feelings. Well, some I guess," he grinned as he took her hand and pressed it to his groin.

Sammie left her hand there and felt him. He was big. He was strong, and his confidence triggered her suppressed submissive streak.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay, what?" His face was close to hers."Okay, we can go through to the garden," she said, kissing him.

Sammie got to her feet and desperately wanted to look at her phone as it vibrated again. He took her hand, and they walked to the garden. She sneaked a look. Steve had just sent her 500 Tit-Tips. She already had 140.

Sammie had never been so horny in her life.

The Garden

It was dimly lit with ambient green lighting creating a garden effect, with plastic green vines and gaudy pink flowers covering latticed partitions. Sammie stumbled as Steve led her through an artificial passageway, her eyes trying to distinguish the intertwined bodies in various states of undress occupying the alcoves. Her ears picked up more than her eyes. The moans, the gasps, the charged, urgent voices and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh. The air was perfumed, masking but not eliminating, the scent of sex.

Sammie spotted Rachel squatting over a prone man, her generous white arse bouncing happily on his cock. Rob, she presumed. His friend was waving his cock in Rachel's face, whilst being careful not to spill his drink.

Suddenly Steve pulled her into an empty slot, leaning them both against the plastic bench that ran along the back wall. Sammie gasped as he kissed her hard, his hands gripping and squeezing her bum. A panicked thought crossed her mind as she kissed him back. What was he expecting for 500 Tit-Tips? Oh god, that's £100! His hand slipped into her lacy panties probing her wetness.

"Damn girl you're on heat down there," he grinned, spinning her around and grinding his hardness into her arse.

"I do appreciate the tips, oh god," moaned Sammie as he penetrated her with his fingers. She felt her knickers being pulled down and then he roughly span her back round again to kiss her. His strong fingers rammed in her cunt, her knickers twisted around her calves.

"Steve," she tried again, breaking free from the kiss.

He grinned, his eyes steeped in lust. Sammie felt his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down. Feeble protests died in her throat as she looked down to see his erect cock peering up at her. She made a sudden calculation that a blow job may just do the trick and sank to her knees.

"Going to stick my cock in that posh mouth of yours," he said, licking his lips.

Sammie rested her hands on his thighs and silently took his cock into her mouth. He tasted fresh and male. His pre-cum had a pleasant tang, and Sammie started to move up and down, determined to give him the best blow job she could. Her tongue slid over and round his bulbous head. Some men had cocks that were ideal for sucking. Nicely proportioned. Steve had such a cock.

Warming to her task Sammie worked on his shaft, running her tongue up and down and dipping the tip into his tiny piss slit.

"Oh fuck yeah, stick your tongue inside my dick," he panted.

Sammie kissed and teased the end and then took it fully into her mouth, forcing it to the back of her throat several times, deliberately gagging and allowing a bridge of drool to form as she withdrew it.

"You like that babe?" Sammie said throatily, giving him the eye.

"Fuck yeah!" He bunched his fist in her hair and forced her back down. "Choke on my cock, you dirty bitch."

Struggling for breath, Sammie let him take control, hoping that this would trigger his climax. She had never let her mouth be used like this before but then she had never been paid for sex before or had sex in public before so tonight was a night of firsts.

Just as Sammie was getting dizzy, he gave a final grunt and his sperm slid straight down her throat. Sammie spluttered and coughed, eyes streaming and her nose running as his semen warmed her insides.

"Christ. That was some face fuck, Sammie," he said as she lay at his feet gasping.

After a few moments, Sammie levered herself to her feet and took a tissue out of her purse. She dabbed ineffectually at the smeary mess on her face.

"Let me," offered Steve.

He took the tissues and cleaned her up, even getting her to blow her nose, which he then kissed after she was done. The gesture made her smile. "Silly," she said.

Steven gathered in his arms and squeezed her. "That was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had."

Despite herself, Sammie felt a glow of pride. She hooked his arms around her and turned to face the front of the latticed alcove. Bianca was directly ahead in the alcove opposite. Sammie recalled seeing a man earlier, bare arsed, trousers round his ankles, fucking some unseen girl. It must have been Bianca, she thought. This time the man, or his friend, was sitting on the bench making Bianca do the work. She was holding on to the lattice posts, long elegant legs bent and splayed, her 36c's bouncing up and down as she fucked the guy. Zack, Sammie guessed as Mark was watching. At that moment, Mark looked across, gave her a thumb's up and a soppy grin.

"That looks fun," said Steve also watching Bianca. Sammie felt his cock hardening against her.

"Yes," she replied neutrally.

Mark was indicating to Steve to pull the top of Sammie's dress down. Steve did, exposing her breasts. He trapped the hard nub of her nipple and caressed it. Mark grabbed his semi-erect cock and made an obscene gesture at them.

Sammie remained passive.

Reading the moment, Steve turned her to face him. He kissed and teased her nipple with his tongue, whilst fumbling in his pocket. He withdrew something, placed it in her hand and folded her fist over it.